A letter from March 1st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, You probably forgot you did this... The year is 2021, March 1 at 10:59 p.m. You were writing a email to yourself 5 years from now. If you haven't died yet, good job! You're getting closer everyday. You are 19 and young and spent most of your time grinding out video games and doing Doordash for a living. You lived with your mom in Millcreek and just took your 2013 Dodge Dart to the shop AGAIN. You were single and deeply construed about what the future may hold. You got high every now and again because it helped you understand how the brain worked and you could feel your senses on a more observasional plane. You are ******* intelligent, very egotistical, and **** asf. (As ****) Biden had his inauguration a month or so ago. Callis moved to Washington to go to art school. You miss him deeply but don't reach out to him enough. Just incase you haven't talked to him in a long time here is his number: 1+ 435-754-6111. Hopefully you have stayed in good contact and/or his number hasn't changed. You don't have any ambitions without a girlfriend outside of gaming. If you have one or even a wife, good ****. I salute you. You better not let her take advantage of how caring you are and how much love you give. Gran DD is hopefully still alive. We love her so much. I know mom will be fine. She has more than all the tools needed to survive and succeed, but you know that. She JUST broke up with Bryan btw. If you don't remember writing this it's cool, most of the cells in your body and brain containing memories have been replaced by now anyways. Tell everyone around you that you care about that 19 year old Hayden cares. "If they say who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars... It flickers, flickers... Who cares when someone's time runs out if a moment is all we are... We're quicker, quicker... Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do.... Your Boi